days pass slowly and hazily now. not over it yet. getting there.
i still don't know what happened — how can a year burn up like this?
YOU ARE READING
to the lovers (poems and such)
Poetryto the lovers I have stupidly fallen for. (these are all true feelings and stories, this is basically a diary)
ryan vi
days pass slowly and hazily now. not over it yet. getting there.
i still don't know what happened — how can a year burn up like this?
